#immortal twilight

[karticatyt]

Doomed yuri twipie (i never use that terminology so i had to confirm with @rysta-makes-art that i was using it correctly 👍 sorry im kind of a boomer)

i was sad so i wanted to self project with my favorite horse angst trope (immortal twilight) and i’m pretty happy with how this turned out

[lexdelioncourt]

Stephenie Meyer Vampires: "Getting turned into a vampire is the worst pain imaginable. The vampire venom is so painful you'll want to die."

Anne Rice Vampires: "Getting turned into a vampire is like the best gay sex you've ever had while flying high on the best cocaine imaginable. But you'll shit yourself after."

[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[aerequets]

welding a rose for one's wife, as one does (yor offhandedly mentioned how she got sad when her flowers died)

[itsalliny0urhead]

To Tame a Monster (Jasper Hale x immortal!femreader)

Jasper Hale is dangerous — you’ve known that since the moment you met him. His control is impeccable, his instincts sharp, and yet… he never frightened you. You’ve seen beneath the surface — beneath the polite exterior and golden eyes — to the lethal strength held tightly beneath. He tells you to stay away, but you’ve never been one to run from danger. And when Jasper finally stops holding back, the line between restraint and desire shatters completely.

(jasper hale x immortal!femreader)

You remembered the first time you saw him.

It was nearly fifty years ago — long before Forks, before the Cullens settled down and tried to blend into the quiet hum of human life. You had been passing through the woods near Vancouver when you felt it — the quiet shift in the air, the sharp press of a hunting presence just beneath the surface.

He had been standing beneath the shadows of the trees — tall and still, his head tilted slightly as his gaze tracked toward you. His golden eyes had sharpened when they met yours, and you had recognized it instantly — the tension beneath the surface, the thin edge of self-control pressing hard against his chest.

Jasper Hale.

He had been legendary once — the cold-hearted general of Maria’s newborn army. Ruthless. Precise. A killer. His name was whispered through vampire circles like a warning. The major. The empath.

But that wasn’t what made you stop.

What made you stop was the tension in his gaze — the sharp edge of self-control beneath his expression. He was dangerous, yes — you could feel it beneath the surface of him — but there was something else beneath that. Something held back.

He had studied you carefully from across the clearing — not moving, not speaking. His gaze had tracked toward the edge of your throat, the cut of your collarbone beneath the edge of your shirt. But his hands had stayed at his sides. His breath had remained steady.

“You’re not human.” His voice had been low, sharp beneath the edge of it.

“Neither are you.”

Jasper’s mouth had twitched faintly at the corner — but his eyes stayed sharp. “You’re not a newborn.”

You smiled faintly. “Neither are you.”

Jasper’s gaze had lingered on your mouth before his eyes darkened. “Then what are you?”

You hadn’t answered him. You had turned and walked away — and Jasper hadn’t followed. But you had felt the weight of his gaze on your back as you slipped beneath the edge of the trees.

The second time you saw him had been different.

It had been twenty years later — the Cullens had moved to Washington by then, settling into the quiet gray hum of small-town life. You had come through Forks for something else — a favor owed, a promise half-kept. But when you saw him leaning against the side of the school building, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze half-lidded beneath the haze of early morning light, you had stopped.

Jasper’s gaze had tracked toward you almost immediately — sharp and immediate. His eyes had darkened slightly beneath his lashes. His expression had remained carefully still.

But you had seen the shift beneath the surface.

“You again,” he had said quietly.

“Me again,” you had replied.

Jasper’s gaze had lingered at the corner of your mouth before tilting back toward your eyes.

“You’re still not going to tell me what you are?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Jasper’s mouth had tilted faintly — not a smile, but close to it. His gaze had sharpened.

“I could find out,” Jasper had said quietly.

You smiled faintly. “You could try.”

Jasper’s gaze had darkened. His hands had slid from his pockets, the tension beneath his expression sharpening.

“Dangerous game,” Jasper had murmured.

“I know,” you had replied.

And then you had walked away.

It had built slowly after that.

Jasper would find you — in the woods, beneath the gray hum of twilight. You would sit beneath the edge of a tree line and wait, and Jasper would lean against the opposite trunk, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze steady on yours.

“You’re not human,” Jasper had said once.

“No,” you had replied.

“You’re not a vampire, either.”

“No.”

Jasper’s gaze had darkened. His hand had curled at his side. “Then what are you?”

“I’m old,” you had said quietly. “Older than you. Older than most things.”

Jasper’s mouth had twitched faintly. “I don’t like not knowing things.”

“I know.”

Jasper’s gaze had lingered on your mouth before darkening. “That’s dangerous.”

“Do you want to find out how dangerous?”

Jasper’s gaze had sharpened. His breath had curled in the air between you — cold and sharp. His jaw had flexed beneath the low light of the trees.

“Maybe,” Jasper had said quietly.

And then you had leaned in — just close enough that Jasper’s hand had twitched toward you, his pupils widening beneath his lashes. His breath had sharpened.

But he had never touched you.

Not until now.

Jasper’s hand tightened at your throat. His breath curled sharp against your skin.

“You should run,” he murmured.

“No.”

Jasper’s breath hitched. His hand slid higher, curling beneath your jaw. His thumb brushed along the line of your throat, pressing faintly into the hollow beneath it.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Jasper said. His voice was sharp beneath the edge of it — rough and dark and dangerous.

“Yes,” you said. “I do.”

Jasper’s breath trembled. His gaze darkened beneath his lashes.

“You should be scared,” Jasper said quietly.

You smiled faintly. “I’ve survived worse than you.”

Jasper’s jaw flexed. His mouth brushed against the side of your jaw, his breath curling warm against your skin. His other hand slid beneath your ribs, his thumb pressing faintly against the curve of your hip.

“You don’t scare me,” you said softly.

Jasper’s breath hitched. His hand slid from your throat into your hair, his fingers curling at the back of your neck. His eyes darkened beneath his lashes.

“You scare me,” he said. His mouth hovered near yours. “That’s the problem.”

Your chest tightened painfully.

“Then stop holding back,” you whispered.

Jasper’s breath sharpened. His hand tightened in your hair.

“You might not like what you find,” Jasper murmured.

“I’m not scared,” you said.

Jasper’s mouth curved faintly at the corner — but his eyes stayed dark.

“Good,” Jasper whispered.

And then he kissed you.

It was sharp — rough and deliberate. His mouth parted over yours, his hand curling beneath the hem of your shirt. His other hand slid into your hair, his breath sharp beneath yours. His grip tightened against your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Jasper’s breath hitched when you pulled him closer, your fingers curling beneath the edge of his shirt. His mouth softened over yours — slower now, deliberate and steady.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours. His hand slid from your waist to your jaw, his thumb brushing faintly beneath your lips.

“You’re not scared,” Jasper said quietly.

“No,” you whispered.

Jasper’s gaze softened. His hand lingered beneath your jaw, his mouth tilting faintly at the corner.

“That’s what scares me,” he murmured.

[pegedraws]

Millenia after most of her friends have all passed away, Princess Twilight reflects on her past one last time. Even the memories of the memories have all but faded over the centuries. Her deceased friends, her beloved marefriend, everything that she once considered her entire life. All is dust.

Even that young, naive unicorn called Twilight Sparkle. Who was she?

Inspired by Injuring Eternity by Monochromatic (and the IE description pretty much stolen from her) and an animation by Aztrial.

And what do you get when you put those two things together? An even more tragic AAU where Twilight, instead of grieving forever and eventually going back, forgets. Stupid brain. These things were sad enough already.

[chaoticmiserablelover]

It's fall, which means I need my emotional support vampire books.

[kajaono]

Most underrated trope is an immortal falling for an mortal, and the immortal stays at the mortals side, while they get older and older. So at one point there is a 90 year old woman being on a date with guy who looks like 25 but is actually 300 years old.

I don't know a single media who did that.

[kingofanemptyworld]

Ichigo: So how old are you, anyway?

Grimmjow: Hell if I know. Pretty sure I didn’t experience time the same way you do when I was an adjuchas, and fuck trying to remember anything from before I was a Gillian.

Ichigo: Adjuchas. Right. Which one is that again?

Grimmjow: Goddamn, is there anything in that head of yours, Kurosaki? Or are you really just here to look pretty and bash things with your sword?

Ichigo: I don’t just bash things with my sword, asshole. And what do you mean— *realizes what Grimmjow said* *ichigo.exe has stopped working*

Grimmjow: Yeah, that’s what I figured.

[skyscrapergods]

Who was the first and last of Twilight’s friends to die?

Spike was the last. Dragons can live for hundreds of years.

As for who dies first, that's an interesting question. I assume you mean of the mane 6.

Here's some possibilities.

I feel like pinkie pie would just have a random heart attack one day. Keel over. Gnight.

Fluttershy was unable to survive swamp fever, even though she helped unearth the cure, it was too late for her. The tree she became disappeared one day.

Rainbow dash breaks her neck because she tried to do a sonic rainboom while being old as balls

Apple jack dies of old age surrounded by her great grand foals

Rarity passes away of a terminal condition a few months after completing her magnum opus, which she came out of retirement to make.

So that would mean fluttershy dies first, applejack dies last, and spike outlives them all.

This is just speculation, of course. Who knows what fate really brings.

[cherries-in-wine]

If you think about it vampires are just romanticised mosquitoes

[mmpookie]

woohoo yippie arcana twilight day 9 : The academy (featuring non other than the founder of contell academy --> (old man))

do NOT ask me if this makes sense with alpheratz's timeline bc honestly I wish I knew (I headcanon schedar keeps his scar as a momentum to polaris's sacrifice... or whatever...)

[lexdelioncourt]

Daniel Molloy and Bella Swan are the same characters in different fonts.

They're both monsterfuckers. They both want nothing more than to be turned by their vampire lover who refuses to do it. They both do stupid, dangerous shit in hopes their vampire boyfriend will show up. They both become badasses when they're finally turned. And they both have way too many fucking lamps in their house.

[mahoganyrust]

Edward: I waited nearly a century for the love of my life

Jack: Pfft try 300 years buddy

Merlin: ROOKIE NUMBERS

Crowley: You guys waited?

[farsight-the-char]

Daniel Warren Johnson

[kwillow]

Happy Halloween. To mark this holiday, I drew the scariest monster of all: a sparkly vampire.